"I can get a whole shoulder out!" Much grinned, demonstrating the hole he'd made by wiggling out said shoulder, causing more swaying, and another small shower of snow melt from above - oops. "Sorry," his grimace was more of a grin. "But we really are getting closer. Although it wouldn't hurt if ARTHUR wandered past, if ARTHUR A BLAND would LEND US A HAND. YOU WANT ME TO DESTROY YOUR WHOLE NET, ART? HUH??"